Bijuu go crazy: This chapter explains a few of the things that happened in the previous but also is meant to bring up new mysteries and problems. Please enjoy.

Got the devil on my shoulder

Every deal made with a demon has some sort of consequence, this normally involves terrible life long pain, shortened life span or other such nasty side effects. Harry had to think that his may have just been the worst side effect possible, On his shoulder sat a large black crow, it just sat there looking creepy, like some kind of evil guard. On his other shoulder sat his feather white friend, Hedwig, he couldn't really describe how great it was to be reunited with his old friend. He was over the moon but at the same time put out.

His first day back in his old life had been one of the oddest days of his life, he'd come to seeing Professor McGonagall lecturing them about how foolish it was of them to try take on a fully grown mountain troll, which if he thought about it was a fair enough lecture to give to three first year students. Hermione was there with her head hung in shame like the child she was being growled.

"Miss Granger, you foolish girl, how could you think of tackling a mountain troll on your own?" Harry noticed the look in the aged woman's eyes and the tone in her voice wasn't anything like he remembered, it was fear that he heard. He almost smiled upon thinking about how much McGonagall cared for her students.

"Professor, Hermione's lying, you see…" begun Harry before McGonagall interrupted him.

"She's trying to protect you two am I right? Well it doesn't change…"

Harry coughed loudly interrupting the professor in turn. "Professor, you're right, we should have just left her to die in that bathroom, let her be splattered all over those walls, she was all alone up here and all we were trying to do was get her out of here before the troll got here. Things got messy we couldn't run, so we fought."

McGonagall almost staggered back at the blunt sound of Harry's voice, he held such a firm voice of reason and a strong conviction. "Well mister Potter, I can't argue with your logic but why didn't you go ask someone more equipped to deal with the situation."

"What and arrive to find her brains splattered in the sink. Look at the size of that bloody thing, it wouldn't be hard for it to kill her." Harry was almost shouting now. Taking a few breaths he managed to calm himself, after all McGonagall was only really concerned about their safety. "Maybe we should have asked for help but time wasn't on our side okay."

"Understandable Mister Potter off to your dorms now you three, try not to get into anymore trouble." with that the transfiguration professor walked away looking stunned by Harry's outburst.

Snape who was standing not far off was giving him a look of suspicion, He knew something was up, that was obvious. Harry could feel the man's mind touching his emotional state like the most gentle breeze. He realised that the man was being lazy with his Legimancy, but then again there was nothing even slightly illegal about looking at feelings as long as it is admitted when asked. It wasn't really considered real legimancy as it wasn't intruding into personal mind space since most emotions are normally projected in an aura.

"Professor Snape, do you suppose you might be able to get Ron and Hermione some calming drought? They'll be edgy all night if nothing is done and you wouldn't want them falling asleep in your class tomorrow now would you." Harry questioned logically, it was also now that things started to go wrong, he felt the change as Snape saw it.

His eyes flashed pure gold for a moment, Snape was the only one to see it as he was the only one looking at Harry, the rest of the teachers and his two friends, at least he hoped that taking down a mountain troll still garneted friendship. Snape smiled at him, not one of his rather scary smirks but a rather genuine smile, the smile of a man who'd seen something interesting and was going to study it. It was at this moment that Harry was most thankful that Snape was a very dedicated researcher. The man was too perceptive to leave totally in the dark, it'd only lead to trouble.

"That can be arranged Potter, this way you three." snapped Snape totally in character. Harry had no doubt if Snape felt the need he could join almost any theatre.

"Mate are you sure it's a good idea to ask the Greasy git for potions, we could just go to the hospital wing." Ron said as he begun to follow Harry.

"Ron, he's a teacher he wont do anything like that." growled Hermione, it wasn't one of her real angry growls, she just sounded like she thought Ron was being stupid, which wasn't really all that odd to Harry as Ron was rather stupid most of the time.

"I can hear you mister Weasley, now I may just have to give you something fitting." snapped Snape from up ahead.

Harry turned to Ron as they walked. "You really should take your own advice Ron, after all he has ears like a hawk has eyes and eyes like a hawk as well if I'm not mistaken."

They soon arrived at the door to the potion masters office, he lead them in muttering a password too softly for them too hear. No surprise there. They walked into the room and Snape went looking through some of his pre-made potions. He selected two potions, which if Harry wasn't mistaken were both pepper up potions. He handed one to Ron and one to Hermione.

Ron went to drink his but Hermione hesitated. Snape flicked his wand and the two vials were in his hands again. "This is why I really don't like most of you Gryffindors. You don't think that much do you, mostly the first years but did you even look at what you were about to drink?"

Ron looked at Snape like he had grown a second head. "Huh?"

"What potion is this Miss Granger?" he asked coldly.

"It's a pepper up potion, for curing colds." she replied cautiously.

"And how do you know this Miss Granger?" he asked.

"Because of the colour and the way it bubbles, you told us about it in our second class." she replied rather confidently.

"Now mister Waesley why do you think that at the start of every class I tell you what colour a potion should be?" he almost snapped.

Ron went into a thinking pose for a moment, while he was rather stupid he wasn't dense enough to not begin to understand what Snape was getting at. "Is it so we know if ours is wrong and so we don't do what I just did… God I'm an idiot, that could have been anything!"

"Good now there are three first years that know this, I think that this might just work for a class, Now here are the proper droughts." said Snape handing the pair another set of potions. They were the right colour, texture and were bubbling right. As soon as the pair drunk them however they fell asleep on the floor.

"Must be hard to keep up the act the whole time. To act indifferently about your students education." said Harry who had watched the strange scene unfold from the background.

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Now Mister Potter, what is really going on? What did I see before and how do you know so much, you recognised that that drought was something stronger and you could also tell that there was an illusion over it, please dazzle me with an explanation as to why you have the smell of demon on you?"

"To be frank Professor there is a lot going on, and you are too dangerous to not inform of the facts. A little while ago, for me that is, I summoned a powerful demon to send me back in time, it looks like it worked. As for why I time travelled it wasn't for fun, a lot of people had died, wow this really is great, they're all alive, wow." Harry trailed off the reality of the situation finally hitting him, it suddenly had him overwhelmed.

"Take your time, there must be a lot on your mind, time travel, now that is something, if I wasn't reading you I'd find it hard to believe. So I also assume that you've in tuned yourself to the mana flow. The change in your eyes is the sign of that, and while I've seen the like and can do so myself most are no where near that powerful." Snape said with a bit of intellectual pride. His eyes took on a different appearance with black tendrils slipping out from the pupil.

Harry shuddered as Snape let his power rise, it was the cold and lonely power of a man who'd lost everything. "I think that there are thing that I shouldn't reveal to you about the future. It's just not safe."

Snape smirked, Harry knew something was up now, his mind begun to think of everything that had ever happened between him and Snape and one phrase came to mind. "Even stopper death"

Snapes smirk grew, knowing that by Harry's words he was piecing it all together, it was funny what a small smirk could do, it could give away anything or it could create a huge puzzle. "Yes I told you that nine years ago, and I meant every word of it, potions and alchemy are tightly entwined, they are the teachings of defiance. Defiance of death and all other powers. I'm not a member of the circle of thirteen alchemists for nothing. They are a group that I doubt that you've ever encountered although you know two members personally and have heard a lot of another."

"Defiance of all powers… like time perhaps?" Harry questioned, his voice edgy.

"Yes time, although I had to time my rift to fit with your's I did perform time travel. Although it wasn't as simple for me as it was for a demon, I did pass through the eye of reality. Now where do you think time turners came from, some crackpot who just cast some spells. I suppose I have a bit of explaining to do now as to how I managed to get here. You see when Tom Riddle tried to kill me, I'd drunk a powerful potion of an alchemic nature that would prevent me from dying for a whole day. I wouldn't need to breath or do anything, I wouldn't die if you cut me up or at least I wouldn't for that whole twenty four hours. Tom wasn't smart enough to actually deal me physical damage. So I then changed my appearance to that of a young wizard, it was only an illusion but it allowed me to help with the war. I arrived to help you fight Tom himself just as you killed him. After that I decided that I was no longer needed and vanished. When I found out about how everyone was killed I… I felt like I should have been there to help, I'm so sorry that you lost them, I'm sorry that you lost her…" Snape looked down, his eyes full of pain, he knew what it was like to lose someone you loved.

Harry couldn't help but look like a dork with his mouth wide open, he'd never really realised that Snape was this… well cool. The man was brilliant to just get started, he was also a very powerful wizard and an alchemist. "Wow, you mean you travelled as well, this is crazy, I never thought I'd see this happen we can discus everything later right? I need these two to wake up and come to the common room with me. This is just between us, Dumbldore can't know. Oh and by the way I didn't quite lose her."

Snape smiled, a real genuine and glad smile. Harry wasn't sure weather to be glad that he was back in time with Snape but it sure was better help than someone like Crabbe could provide. Sure their conversation had been polite and rather pleasant but that didn't change the fact that Snape wasn't very fond of him. A powerful ally to say the least but not really a friend. Harry pushed a bit of mana into them, it was as good a wake up call as any, it was then that he figured out why Dumbledore's eyes always sparkled, it was mana. The elder mage must have used mana for so long that he always had some residue.

Ron and Hermione stirred and slowly got up from the ground, looking at Harry and Snape questionably. Snape smirked. "You both just fell for the second trap with potions, one might try to hide the true nature of a potion or anything with a charm, now go and get to your common room, Mister Potter I'm interested in your other request, now go before I get annoyed."

Ron and Hermione practically scampered out the door. Harry followed with only a nod to Snape. As the door closed behind him he found himself at the mercies of Ron and Hermione.

"You set that up didn't you mate?" Ron asked stressing the word 'mate' largely.

"But don't you think it'll be rather a funny potions lesson, and what were you asking the Professor about?" asked Hermione obviously a lot more relaxed.

"Well yes and no. I didn't really mean to do anything other than get you two calming drought but it turned into a rather interesting experience." Harry mused the thoughts aloud.

"An interesting experience! Are you nuts, we were at Snape's mercy, which might I mention doesn't exist." replied Ron a hint of fear in his voice.

"Ron give it a break, you feel calmer right, lets just pretend that you never made a fool of yourself in there and you can make up for it tomorrow." Harry said trying to appease his friend. He suddenly burst into a grin, it just was so great to be back with his friends even if they were silly kids.

"Harry's right, lets go." said Hermione rushing off towards the main stairway. The two boys found themselves enjoying a race to get back to the common room, it was very silly and they more likely than not weren't supposed to be running around the castle like this but it was rather fun to mess around like this.

That had been Harry's first day back at the school and it had been brilliant they had enjoyed the party with the rest of the Gryffindors. He almost cried when he saw the number of people that he remembered as dead enjoying themselves. In the night Krarta had come to see him in the form of a large black crow. He had quite a bit to say.

Ginny had woken to dinner, it was a really odd way to arrive in the past, the middle of a dinner with your parents wasn't the best time to suddenly have a change in personality because she knew he'd changed a lot since she was ten. In shock she once again managed to put her elbow in the butter and push the small plate off of the table. She felt like a total dork just then. Of all the ways to arrive in the past, putting your elbow in the butter wasn't what she'd hoped for.

"Ginny dear, what happened?" asked her mother noticing the girls obvious butter to elbow balls up.

"Eh, he, he. Whoops, I'll clean that up." she replied swiftly getting up from her chair and begun to pick up the pieces of the plate. She hurried off into the kitchen which was joined to the dining room and could be clearly seen. It was at this moment that a large black crow flew through the window and landed on her shoulder.

She knew it was Krarta the moment she saw it, he just had a power about him, a dark but not evil but also not good power. Krarta seemed to be a medium of simple power with no definition given to it. She felt his voice in the edges of her mind. 'Greetings child, I have something that you will unfortunately need in the days to come meet me outside after you finish up in here.'

Ginny could feel the odd looks she was getting from her parents as the bird flew back out of the closed window. Defiantly not what she wanted her parents seeing, since only three types of beings commonly could pass through objects, ghosts, poltergeists and demons. A black crow was defiantly not a ghost or a poltergeist, so it was conclude able that it was a demon. She turned slowly to face her parents with a rather embarrassed laugh. "Well I'll be back in a…"

It was like she'd just been hit by a cruciatus curse, the pain that consumed her was beyond anything else she'd ever experienced, well maybe putting up with Ron was worse. The thought quickly left her mind as another wave of pain set in. She felt herself spew up the dinner she'd already consumed. She changed her mind as a third much worse wave of pain hit her, this was much worse than the crutiatus curse, at least she could have some control over her bodily functions. She felt her bladder give out and felt her underwear grow wet and nastily stick to her skin. Her eyes were watering out of her control. She felt herself spew again, her eyes were too blurry to see anything.

She could vaguely hear her mother and fathers panicked voices. "Arther… happening…" "Know… don't"

Then as sudden as it came it was gone, the pain stopped, the world slowly spun back into focus but worst of all she could taste the vomit that lingered in her mouth and could feel her underwear sticking to her lower regions and it was bloody uncomfortable. She somewhat dumbly let her mother lead her to the bathroom. The small room was hardly large enough for the two of them.

It was only as her mother begun to remove her cloths that Ginny realised that she was going to be washed. It felt strange to say the least and quite embarrassing. The last person to see her without anything to hide her flesh was her husband and that had been nearly two years ago for her. The bathroom was a small room with a single shower tub, not really an odd thing for muggle or wizard. As her mother managed to pull her pants off another wave of pain hit her but it was different this time, it was like knives ripping into her fingertips and agonizingly slowly working their way up towards her shoulder.

She gasped holding in a scream of pain, she looked down as she tried desperately to fully control her breathing to no avail. It seemed her hands were being cut as though by some invisible knives, it felt like it would never stop, like the pain would go on forever. She could see her fingers being mutilated as the cuts moved towards her knuckles. Her mother was looking on with shock at the damage. Suddenly she felt a wave of pain a throughout her and she fell to the floor dry heaving and coughing up blood. She writhed on the floor twisting and thrashing then suddenly there were ropes around her holding her still.

She struggled against them blind to anything other than the pain and yet she still didn't call out. It was at this point that she felt tears begin to fall from her eyes and run down her cheeks, her vision was blurred red and her mind was fuzzy, one of the tears went into her mouth, she tasted blood and fear took her. 'I'm going to die.'

Someone suddenly burst through the door or that's what it seemed like to Ginny but she couldn't be sure how long she'd been having this strange attack. She was sweaty and the clothes that her mother hadn't managed to remove since the second attack had started were clinging to her skin. The pain let go of it's grasp on her but she knew it'd be back soon.

The voice of her mother came into focus. "What's wrong, what's happening to my little darling?"

Poppy Pomfrey had never been all to fond of how things had started to go at St Mungo's, it had begun to turn from a group of dedicated healer into a business. While it was true that they did need money for a number of potions ingredients that hadn't always been the case. In her early years there were medic witches who'd be out searching for such ingredients. And returning with them in mass. The hospital had been mostly self sufficient since they tended to stay at the hospitals dorms and the food was provided by a wealthy proprietor. Even the building had lost it's touch, it used to be full of magic but now it was dully empty. All the same she had to come back here once every five years to renew her healers license, dealing with this was just marginally better than dealing with wizengamot.

As she approached the front desk she took note of the young ditzy looking witch standing there totally unaware that Poppy was even there. "Excuse me. I'm here to renew my license."

It was at that very moment that with a very forcible bang Auther weasley appeared in the middle of the lobby. He was pale as death and looked like he had squelched himself and left a couple of fingers somewhere else. He rushed forwards to the desk ignoring his squelched hand. "I need a healer right away, ready to apparate to location."

The young witch proceeded to hand him a piece of parchment. "Fill this out and go see the desk to the left there."

Poppy noticed that the parchment was fill of questions, most likely pointless, something that was against the healers code, never question, only heal. It was in the code somewhere. "Arther what's wrong?"

He spun around at the sound of a familiar voice. "Madam Pomfrey, It's my daughter, I don't know what it is, she had some kind of attack."

"Not an animal attack I presume. Lets go." Poppy said grabbing him by the wrist of his squelched hand. "You fool, I'll have to fix that as well."

With a gut wrenching sensation they vanished and were in but a few moments in the living room of the Weasley household. She caught sight of Arther's lost fingers on the floor. It was no big deal, she could grow them back for him in a few months if necessary. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs in the bathroom." Arther didn't get to say anymore, Poppy was moving faster than he'd have thought possible for a women of her age. She threw the door open to find Molly standing horrified as a small red headed girl thrashed about on the ground. Poppy whipped out her wand and a moment later the girl was bound in powerful magical ropes. She ignored Molly the women would be fine, it was the little girl she had to worry about. The symptoms weren't that of any sickness that she was sure of. Individually she seen each and every symptom and could find a diagnosis but writhing pain, bleeding eyes, vomiting, waste expulsion, heavy sweating and continually forming lacerations that seemed to be tracking their way to the girls heart.

The girl stopped struggling and Poppy knelt down beside her, muttering a number of charms and small spells under her breath. every time she finished a spell a group of light appeared showing her the information she needed. After her fifth spell she took a deep breath, and cast a sixth, the result was very different from the others, a fiery red light lit up around Ginny, the light however continued in a rope towards something outside the house.

Poppy had seen the condition once before and knew how it worked. 'How could such a young girl split her soul in two and why does she have to have a rope thick bond, I won't be able to break it.'

"What's wrong, what's happening to my little darling?" demanded Molly, tears were running down the woman's face.

Poppy ignored her, only following the rope of flame like light to the window. She opened the window and came face to face with a pale boy with long black hair, he looked to be about ten or eleven years old, he wore a set of black robes and was holding the end of the light in his right hand. She forcibly grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pulled him inside. He awkwardly fell down beside Ginny placing his right hand over her chest. The reaction was instantaneous, the girl came to and the cuts on her hand seemed to just vanish.

The boy's hand moved away and in a flash of darkness he turned into a large black crow and flew through the wall. A voice spoke in poppy's mind. 'I was just doing what I could to help.'

On the girls chest lay a golden ring, that seemed to be two strange animals chasing each other. The eyes of said animals were extremely small rubies. She turned to Molly. "I'm afraid that your child has split her soul."

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